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Indie! Indie!

Your slippers.

I can't believe this...

What is this?

Holy cow!

- Where's this from? - I really like that photo.

I got it from a box of things mom was throwing out.

She threw this out?

No...

It's vintage.

Why are you

looking so gloomy today?

Is it these memories?

What else did she want to throw out?

Pictures of you two,

and mementos from Lyon.

Memories make people sad.

Melancholy is the joy of being sad.

Nice.

Victor Hugo.

Victor Hugo?

I can't win against him.

Can I have it?

It reminds me of the years spent without you.

My darling,

how can I make it up to you?

Will you come to ballet with me?

No, I'm serious.

Surfing? Tennis?

You do that with Tom, dad.

So what?

I know! I'll teach you to play guitar!

I wasn't bad at it.

I looked the part.

You saw it.

- Gotta go. - No worries.

- Hello, Chief. - Hello.

- Hi, Camille. - Chief.

What do we have?

Aurélie Gasquet, 45, hit in the head with a handle.

- A what? - A brush hook handle.

A wood handle tool used to cut vines in the 19th Century.

Oh... of course.

- Here. - Thanks.

This is it.

OK.

It's Vineyard Visit Day

at Pic Saint-Loup.

Aurélie organized the event for the Tourism Office.

I see. Where is the body?

The killer hit her with the first thing he found,

the brush hook...

hanging here.

He panicked, tried to hide the body.

And pushed her down there.

So it was not premeditated.

Right.

Let go of me!

Ma'am, stand back!

Here.

She was my friend!

I'll take care of this.

Hello, ma'am.

Chief Soler.

- Did the hail do this? - Yes, 2 months ago.

A year of work wasted.

I suppose everyone knows the victim.

She fought for Pic Saint-Loup's Protected Domain of Origin.

- Did she get the PDO? - Yes, in 2017.

What did she do apart from wine?

Any husband, kids?

No kids, a boyfriend, Christophe Leprest,

a 45-year-old oenologist.

We haven't been able to locate him.

What else is there?

The last number she called belonged to Baptiste.

She tried to call him 7 times, in vain.

- Still no answer. - I'll call Sophie.

Yes, Sophie.

I need 2 cellphones traced.

Christophe Leprest, the victim's boyfriend,

and one... Baptiste.

Christophe Leprest just got here.

He came as soon as he got our messages.

OK. What do you think?

He's asking why he's here. Maybe he's acting.

I'm on my way. Erwan will send you the other name.

OK.

What's going on?

Come with me, Mr. Leprest.

Aurélie was married to my brother for 18 years.

They divorced 2 years ago...

but we remained friends.

Why did they get divorced?

She fell in love with an employee,

their oenologist.

Christophe Leprest?

My brother moved on, though.

Were they on good terms after the divorce?

My brother wouldn't speak to them.

Aurélie fought for the estate with him for 18 years.

The divorce hit Baptiste hard.

Baptiste is your brother.

Yes.

Aurélie tried to reach him 7 times this morning.

Why?

No idea. Must have been urgent.

When was the last time you spoke to your brother?

Yesterday.

I called him this morning...

I got his voice mail.

Since when were you engaged?

Less than a month.

After 2 years together? Why did you wait so long?

Were you scared of Baptiste?

Scared? No...

It was more out of continence.

Embarrassment.

How did he react when he heard?

I don't know.

He must not have been thrilled.

Could he have been enraged?

They were married for 18 years.

He wouldn't have killed her.

Any news on Baptiste's phone?

We'll get that today.

And he was not her ex-husband.

What?

What do you mean?

Had the divorce decree not yet been issued?

It was.

2 years ago.

But they married again a month ago.

Act of Marriage

How could Aurélie Gasquet remarry Baptiste Privat

and get engaged to Leprest in the same month?

Maybe she loved both

and was ensnared in lies.

No, no. That's too masculine.

- Women tend to decide. - OK...

What's your hypothesis?

That she chose Christophe, so Baptiste killed her?

Or worse.

She met her ex-husband

and the betrayed fiancé killed them both.

Yes!

We searched her house. She lived with Leprest.

But, at the Tourism Office, we found this at her desk.

Her family records book.

- Was the new wedding recorded? - Yes it was.

If Christophe saw it, he had a huge motive.

Let's question him again.

I'll go find Baptiste Privat.

You just said Leprest had an excellent motive!

True, but Baptiste Privat could also have done it.

In either case, he's our priority now.

I hate it when he does that.

Camille, you have to be crazy

to remarry your ex, right?

I don't know...

This is impossible.

Did you verify this?

Yes, we take precautions before announcing such things.

I don't know how I would react...

I didn't kill Aurélie.

Plus...

wouldn't I have gone after Baptiste?

Well, maybe... And he's also missing.

Family Records Book

He's not at home or at the office. So...?

The wine cellar.

That's the last place he could be.

Did Baptiste hire you

when he fired Mr. Leprest?

Yes.

Vineyards don't usually hire full-time.

Wasn't it tough to take over?

I had no margin of error.

Baptiste and Christophe created this wine,

and Aurélie used it to obtain a PDO.

Do you sell more since?

We have nothing to hide.

PDOs help sales, but don't stop hail.

Were you very affected?

Half the grapes.

Still not answering.

Did you know that Baptiste remarried Aurélie last month?

What...?

Apparently not.

Have you seen Aurélie lately?

She came over one evening last month, it was late.

Were you not surprised?

I thought they were working on the Vineyard Visits.

You see? Everyone has secrets.

Did Aurélie choose which vineyards host visits?

Yes, with the committee. Why?

Weren't you surprised that she chose Baptiste's?

No.

Choosing his vineyard made sense this year.

Made sense...?

The Pic Saint-Loup PDO idea

belonged to all 3 of us, since we had it years ago.

Everyone knows that.

Right. Everyone is friends around here,

especially with Aurélie.

No.

Not everyone liked her.

I could use some names.

Easy. Everyone who makes bad wine.

Go on.

For vintners not granted PDO,

their vineyards lost value.

And the PDO...

His fiancée remarried behind his back.

The PDO can't justify that.

It's my weather app.

Look into the vineyards without the PDO.

The family records book isn't priority?

No.

Having such a secret,

she was at the mercy of blackmailers.

Baptiste?

He sometimes sleeps here to monitor the temperature.

Baptiste?

Baptiste?

Baptiste?

Excuse me!

Miss. Mazidi?

Do these...

colors indicate grape varieties?

Yes.

The striped areas

were destroyed by the hail. - I see.

I don't know if I'll have enough work this year.

Why are you interested in the varieties?

Wines are made by mixing them.

Really?

Is that frequent?

Yes.

They're all mixed except for the Burgundies.

We use Grenache and Syrah.

I see.

The neighbor's estate...

is also striped. Why?

That's Jérôme Candol's.

Victor, Baptiste's son, married his daughter.

They lost even more than us.

That's Baptiste's.

Does he often forget it?

No, never.

I don't understand why Soler launched this search so soon.

It was Marchal, not her.

And you didn't ask her?

Listen, I just obey orders.

They can work it out later.

That's how it is normally.

Anyways, it's better to be here than with The Hypocrite.

Oh, here she is.

Yes, Captain?

Where are you?

We're out looking for Baptiste Privat.

Why didn't I see a mission order?

OK, I understand...

What about my research

on Aurélie Gasquet and Baptiste Privat?

No one has seen Baptiste.

And Aurélie was touring the stands by bike.

Enjoy the search, then.

Behave yourselves.

"Behave yourselves"?

So she's kind of motherly.

Why do you defend her? Your mother's harsh?

No, Paul.

Searches like this are used to find fugitives.

I'm looking for a second suspect.

Do you notice

how much more efficient we are when we disagree?

I go Ping, you go Pong...

Sure, perfect.

I'll tell the Colonel, when he calls me

that we're playing ping-pong.

Seriously, Paul. What are you thinking?

I think Privat

is as good a suspect as Leprest.

And you?

I don't know.

I feel we're missing something.

An engagement, 2 marriages... It makes no sense.

In the photos, Aurélie looks so in love with Christophe.

Just like you,

at the end, when our marriage was on the rocks.

That's irrelevant.

I didn't have another man.

Must I remind you, Captain?

OK. Well, bye.

- Don't you ever knock? - Oh yes, sorry.

That's OK.

I found the witnesses from the marriage.

- And...? - Nothing.

They were two passers-by.

OK.

OK...

So...

just after their marriage,

Baptiste Privat allows his wife, Aurélie Gasquet,

to meet Christophe Leprest.

What's going on here?

Hugo Café de l'Esplanade at 8 pm?

There.

What about the non-PDO vineyards?

An expert committee tasted blindly and then voted.

OK.

So no reason to hate Aurélie.

Oh, excuse me.

Certainly.

Captain, I said I'd call back.

We'll, it's humble pie for me.

OK, shoot.

You were right.

The search order was useless. Baptiste didn't go far.

Hello, Dr. Marvaud.

Hello.

Captain Vannier, I suppose.

Did my colleagues describe me

as a tall, sexy, femme fatale?

No, they said: "Careful, she's the Colonel's spy."

OK.

What do we have here?

Assaulted with a hard object

with lesions at the back of the skull

that caused an irreversible fracture.

So, simply put?

Aurélie Gasquet lost consciousness immediately,

but it was the fall that killed her.

What bad luck.

Time of death?

Between 7:30 and 8:30 am.

What about Baptiste Privat?

No sign of violence. Death by hanging.

He was not forced.

A suicide, then.

Yes, but he was doomed. He had spleen cancer.

Oh.

Could he have killed her anyways?

He had the strength, but not the time.

He committed suicide before Aurélie died.

Oh...

Hello.

We reached a dead end.

He neither killed nor was killed.

Illness, suicide...

Baptiste and Aurélie didn't remarry to grow old together.

Why the smile?

I'm not smiling.

Yes you are.

Your eyes are.

I'm not... Well, I am...

because the writing's small and I'm going blind.

No, when you do this...

OK Paul, I get it.

So, if Baptiste Privat

planned his death, he surely left...

A testament.

Juan and Camille are on it.

OK.

Where you going?

To tell Victor, Baptiste's son,

who lives next door to him, that his father died.

OK.

Léa.

Yes, Paul?

Victor's father-in-law didn't get the PDO.

OK. Great.

It's stuck.

Yes, I...

- So is that one. - Thanks, Paul.

So how is it going?

With...

- David? - David, yes.

- Going well? - Yes.

When's he leave again?

This next Sunday.

Already?

He's doing 4 flights.

That's not an easy job.

What?

To be a steward, I mean,

to build a relationship.

Doesn't that scare you?

No, on the contrary. I love it like this.

To be with someone 24/7... must be hell.

I need air and space, you know.

Yeah, me too.

Did you know

about Baptiste's illness?

Yes.

Had he chosen an heir?

Was he close to his son?

Close...?

No.

Normally, they'd meet for dinner, every other Sunday.

He and his wife always left after coffee.

What do you mean "normally"?

They hadn't done so in 2 months.

2 months ago is exactly

when Baptiste was diagnosed with cancer.

Why distance himself from his son then?

Camille, I found the will.

He was splitting the estate in 3.

Half for his son, 25% for Aurélie,

and 25% for Christophe, his ex oenologist.

He held no grudges.

Plus, his wife Aurélie got all tillage rights.

Baptiste sidelined his son.

For Victor to inherit, Aurélie would have to die.

My father lent us this place when we married,

to help us until we have more money.

Please.

Hello, Victor.

- Chief Soler. - Hello.

He left me 25% of his land?

You worked together for years.

He apparently still liked you.

Why didn't Aurélie tell me?

Maybe you'd get jealous.

She feared your reaction.

I could have protected her if she had trusted me.

Do you know why Baptiste and Victor had fallen out?

Victor wasn't interested in his father's vineyards.

He dreamed of America.

Baptiste didn't understand that.

Right.

Baptiste was entirely devoted

to his vineyards.

It hurt to see his son reject that.

What did Aurélie think?

Aurélie was not Victor's mom, so it was not always easy.

Did she get along with him?

She loved him a lot,

and sided with him.

But she remarried Baptiste to keep Victor

from inheriting everything.

Or to appease Baptiste.

18 years living together creates strong bonds.

So Aurélie remarried him

to save the estate?

That would be like her.

I didn't know about this will.

I knew I disappointed him, but didn't realize how much.

When he told you about his cancer,

did he offer you the vineyards?

Yeah.

Did you show any interest?

No.

How did he take it?

He threw us out, vowing to disinherit us,

that he'd not support artistic louts.

So we became volunteers for the Vineyard Visits

to prove to him

that we understood his dream.

You've been to New York?

I lived there for 6 months as a student.

I had an au pair job.

And we're moving there.

We're going to open a graphic design firm.

That's a nice project.

And a huge investment.

That's why we're still here.

My father makes wine too.

I know how bad it is. A life of sacrifices

that hail can destroy in minutes.

That's your father?

Yes.

Mr. Candol!

Mr. Jérôme Candol!

Dad!

Don't move!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Don't move.

I'm sorry,

it was a reflex.

You can explain that reflex at the station, Mr. Candol.

I thought you were the tax people.

Anyone would have done the same.

Anyone who was at fault with the law.

OK, I got it.

We'll keep you here for a bit longer.

So?

Just ashes and water.

He burnt his books.

No, there must be something else.

The police isn't the taxman.

So what was he scared of?

I have no idea, but it wasn't taxes.

This map...

I saw it at Privat's too.

Really?

The same one.

What if Aurélie and your dad

didn't actually mistrust you?

What do you mean?

Your father is dead,

Aurélie is too.

The estate is yours.

What do you intend to do now?

I haven't had time to think about it.

Those kids could never manage an estate like that.

What was Baptiste thinking?

Transmitting his heritage.

Wouldn't you have done so?

No.

My daughter has talents,

but managing an estate

is not one of them.

I hear you, yes.

No but, seriously...

what would you do

if it happened to you?

I'd give it to another wine-maker.

You confer the estate to your father-in-law

and go live in New York with your wife.

The perfect plan, right?

No. My father hated Jérôme.

So we agree.

Your father wanted to protect the estate from him.

So...

B. Privat and J. Candol have been at war for 20 years.

They once had neighboring parcels,

but they drifted apart.

That is, Baptiste Privat hired Christophe Leprest

to make fine wine, but Jérôme... - He made table wine.

High quantities, fast cash.

Exactly. Typical wine with nothing special.

But he lost

when he requested the PDO.

But why did he hate Baptiste so much?

- Was it envy? - Could be.

And the PDO worsened it.

Baptiste's wine prices soared

while Jérôme's crashed.

That makes sense.

What's the time?

The time.

- 8 o'clock. - Oh, I'm late!

You have an appointment?

Of course.

My Thursday yoga class.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Let's keep Jérôme in custody

and question Fanny and Victor again.

- That's 3 potential suspects. - Yes.

Actually 4, Captain.

Look, Chief.

Mr. Candol had an agreement with Samira Mazidi.

At Baptiste's death,

she would become oenologist of both estates.

Is that dad's guitar? Wait, he'll kill you.

He brought it himself.

He's going to teach me.

- He said he's teach me. - He promised?

I asked him 2 years ago, but we never saw each other.

He thinks I'm the one with musical talent.

Or he pities you.

Because between the flute and the djembe...

World music opens your mind.

He goes to concerts with me, though.

Thomas, go have breakfast and let me practice.

I got a CD player

to listen to the compilations he recorded for mom.

Did he forget that?

Maybe he got fed up with your old music.

When he hears you,

he'll take his guitar and give you maracas!

Close it; I'm not hungry.

You're here, Chief? Thought I was first.

Morning, Captain.

Did you manage to turn off the weather app?

Say what you have to say, Captain.

I couldn't use a dating site, but you're right.

Diving in is the hardest part.

But then...

You talk like a kid learning to swim.

That's what dates are, right? They're about diving in.

I'm not doing this for me. It's more for my kids.

I want to show them that I can start over.

They worry about me.

I understand.

To show them that life can be simple,

that things will go well.

That's right.

Tell me, Captain,

could you interrogate Samira Mazidi?

Captain Marchal isn't here yet.

Very well, Chief.

Your boss knew he was dying.

So you betrayed him with Jérôme Candol.

I didn't betray him.

When Baptiste died, Victor inherited the estate.

He'd have conferred it to Jerôme.

That would have solved his financial problems!

Sounds nice.

Jérôme wanted to bounce back.

He wanted to make a great wine at the Privat.

I wanted to help.

Aurélie Gasquet's death benefitted 4 people.

- Fanny and Victor could go to NY. - Samira Mazidi's clout grows.

And Jérôme averts bankruptcy.

His vineyard's worthless.

Focus on Samira and Jérôme.

Camille, take the wine-maker. I'll take Samira.

Uh...

Actually...

Captain Vannier is interrogating Samira now.

You were late, Captain, so the Chief said...

I'm always a bit late. Is that a problem now?

Well, Vannier is here now. She arrived early.

OK.

So what was Jérôme trying to hide by burning this map?

They're not identical.

- What...? - The maps aren't duplicates.

Yes, he's right!

This tiny plot is striped on only one map.

Here we go.

Those who seek...

shall find!

Wines are made up of different varieties.

Did I learn my lesson?

So...

these are destroyed Syrah grapes

belonging to Jérôme Candol.

How would Jérôme manage this year?

He'd have to buy.

Of course.

His barrels are full: 600 hl of Syrah wine.

- So? - His accounting.

He burned his books.

The bank says he didn't buy any wine.

And what is this spared lot here?

Privat's Syrah crop.

Oh! So you had a surplus.

Candol's barrels are full of Privat's wine.

Affirmative, Captain.

And Miss Mazidi herself

signed the transport permit.

That's how you convinced Jérôme to hire you.

Imagine...

Aurélie discovers you stole 600 hectoliters...

I stole nothing!

Baptiste had decided to help his son's father-in-law.

Don't you think I felt miserable?

I didn't get the PDO. Then hail destroyed my crops.

So you were forced to take Baptiste's Syrah.

Yes.

But it wasn't his idea.

Whose idea was it, then?

Aurélie's?

She believed

that vintners were supposed to help each other.

Why didn't you tell us right away?

We transferred...

the Syrah informally.

No receipt was issued.

Did you work like that often?

I didn't want you going through my books.

I don't want more trouble.

Where were you at the time Aurélie was killed?

At home.

I was unloading Baptiste Privat's Syrah.

The transporter confirmed Jérôme Candol's alibi.

I liked your entrance into the interrogation room.

Next time, you might want to warn Sophie.

So now I can't be 5 minutes late...

- This place is changing. - For the better.

All we need are guidelines,

rules, working hours... like at a police station!

- Léa? - Yes, Paul.

I know this organic bistrot,

and I thought we might go out to eat tonight.

Organic restaurant? Us two?

- Just you and me? - Yeah.

Weren't you going to teach Alice something?

I love that you're both sharing things now.

You know what?

I found an old picture that you didn't want...

and that's what made me think of the guitar.

One should never throw away momentos like that.

They bring back nice memories.

Right...

What about you...?

What do you feel when you find photos like that?

There's a feeling of freedom

that I found normal back then,

which I rarely experience now.

I have to go now. I have a case waiting.

- Yeah... - OK.

Oh, Léa!

I forgot my cell...

...phone.

- Hello, Thomas. - Hi.

Have you seen my father?

- No, but I'll call him. - Thanks.

Yes. In the lobby.

Thomas is here for Marchal.

Yeah. Have a seat.

Thomas? What's wrong?

Nothing, mom.

Is dad around?

Yes, he's busy, what's up, honey?

Oh, nothing.

I wanted to go buy new sneakers with dad.

- I can take you. - No, I'll go with him later.

Do I have bad taste?

No, it's just that you never have time.

Well, I can make time.

OK. Can you go now?

When? Now? No way...

I have to call the judge...

Forget it. See you, mom.

Thomas!

Come sit with me for a moment.

Sorry...

This morning, I was talking with a colleague

about new technologies...

Broadband.

Broadband? Are you OK, mom?

Sure I'm OK. I'm great.

So, about that,

what I wanted to tell you is that...

I don't look it, but I'm a liberated, modern woman.

A very free woman!

Did you overhear Alice and me?

Huh?

No, not at all.

What do you mean?

Nothing, forget it.

Later, mom.

Thomas, Thomas!

I just wanted to say that...

I love you, dear.

Yes. I love you, OK?

I don't want you worrying about me, I'm fine.

I'm glad to hear that. Super cool.

See ya.

OK, thank you.

Bye.

Victor was at a stand with volunteers until 9.

Well...

he didn't do it.

Right.

Uh, Sophie, sorry for barging in

but, you know, it was urgent.

Don't worry.

The Colonel had told me about you.

OK...

I've got something from Jérôme's phone records.

He was in touch with an American investor.

He wanted to sell?

Yes, and not just his estate.

Apparently, he had partnered with Victor,

Baptiste Privat's son,

to sell both estates, together.

But Jérôme Candol has an alibi.

Yes, but you'll never guess how I found that investor.

Sabine Privat,

Baptiste's sister.

It's good that I compared those records.

Why didn't you mention the American investor?

As a wine merchant,

people often...

People often ask my advice regarding wines.

Did he call you?

He wanted my opinion on Privat and Candol.

I knew...

Victor would betray his father.

I didn't sleep that night.

But, given Baptiste's illness,

I wasn't sure if I should tell him.

You thought he deserved to know.

I thought...

he would get mad,

as usual.

But he was devastated.

And now you feel guilty for his suicide.

Because...

There's something else.

When I saw Baptiste,

I got scared, I had a hunch, so I went to Aurélie.

- Did she believe in the sale? - No, she didn't.

She couldn't believe such a treason.

And?

She ran to see Victor, to ask him to talk to his father.

You think he killed her?

He's innocent. No need to protect him.

He never wanted to betray his father.

The investor only talked to Jérôme Candol.

We checked.

Aurélie had understood what Baptiste would do

and wanted Victor's reassurance.

To keep him from killing himself.

Thanks, Marchal. See you.

But she was killed before she reached Victor.

And Baptiste had already commited suicide.

Erwan...

were any of our suspects

between the victim's stand

and Victor's?

Yes.

Fanny Candol.

Fanny Candol...

Why would she kill Aurélie?

We found

the family you worked for as an au pair.

The father

is the investor who wanted to buy the estates.

You put him in touch with your father

so the latter could organize the transaction.

My father was sincere.

- He wanted to make good wine. - Yes, until the hail storm.

Since he couldn't rebuild,

he decided to sell the land.

But nobody expected

this future buyer, a New York lawyer,

to contact Sabine Privat

to learn the real value of the estates.

Yesterday morning, Aurélie went to see Victor

to he could tell his father he hadn't betrayed him.

Unfortunately, she ran into you.

I didn't know Aurélie had remarried Baptiste

and that she could have blocked the sale.

Why would I kill her?

You didn't kill her for money,

that's for sure.

No.

You killed her for Victor.

He would have never forgiven you for causing

his dad's suicide.

And, before her, you repeated the same mistake:

not denying you knew about this sale.

I want a lawyer.

You helped your father to speculate on the death

of your father-in-law,

and Aurélie would have talked.

I just wanted to talk.

With a brush hook?

I panicked!

You pushed her off the ledge.

She would have told Victor!

He couldn't find out!

My father had lost it all. Had I not helped him,

he would have hanged himself.

I just wanted to help.

I wanted him freed of Pic Saint-Loup.

What will you do now?

I'll leave for New York. I won't give up.

- Will you sell the estate? - No, never.

Christophe and Samira will run it.

They will honor my father and Aurélie's memory.

- Goodbye, then. - Goodbye.

Yes, dad?

I'm at mom's. Weren't we going to CrossFit?

No, he's teaching me.

So he's standing me up.

He's standing us both up.

Without warning.

Any messages?

Voice messages are for the old folks.

You just left him one.

Of course. I adapt.

So, Mr. Late,

we had a guitar class.

I'm waiting for you.

See you.

Hi mom, I think you had a light day

so I thought maybe

we could go out for a burger together.

Call me back. Bye.

OK, Léa, go for it.

Hello, sir...

Good evening. What were we talking about?

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